This wasn't how it was supposed to be.
No, he wasn't talking about the carriage that was currently rumbling down the path, taking them back to the north as he had been told so early in the morning.
Nor was he referring to the closed journal sitting on his lap, practically begging him to open it.
No, none of that.
What he meant was the tall figure sitting across from him.
Since Xion had woken up that morning, Darius hadn't said a word. No questions were asked. No attempts were made to bring up last night's matter. Nothing at all.
And honestly, Xion should have found it comforting that there was no need to explain anything.
But instead of feeling relieved... he was anxious, restless like something heavy was pressing against his chest.
Feelings had always been strange creatures, hadn't they? After all, they were what made humans so weirdly fascinating among all the living creatures.
